' *"The last time I ate one of your cookies,” Griselbrand shared, “things did not unfold in my favor.”

It was true. In the early days of their friendship, Griselbrand and the Shaman were trying to form the slowest, heaviest, noise-crusted Doom metal project ever to sting the ears of mortals. Things would have gone better if the Shaman would have bothered to learn an instrument.* '